Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Larry & the Blue Notes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Eden Ahbez,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Beau Brummels,
Hashim,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Subhumans,
Can,
48th St. Collective,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Sandy B,
Technova,
The Moody Blues,
The Residents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalo Schifrin,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bluetip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smoke,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.